The Captain's Revenge My Cheating Husband at 30,000 Feet

"Let me make this clear. Everything the Sawyers own goes to Felix. You won't see a cent of it!"

"If you know your place, this family might still put food in front of you. But if you dare pull another one of these schemes to grab money and kill for it, I'll have my son divorce you!"

Threats, insults. Every ugly thing she could think of came pouring out of her mouth, no two the same.

The pouring rain soaked me through, chilling me to the bone, and still it was nothing beside the cold sitting in my chest.

The "useless girl" she spoke of was the one who sat at her bedside when she broke a bone, massaging her, wiping her down.

The one she called a "money-grabbing killer" was the one who once emptied her savings so the Sawyer family could be what it is today.

None of it, none of the real things I'd given, could close the gap in her heart between a granddaughter and a grandson.

"Mom," I cut her off, my voice calm and steady. "This is the last time I'll ever call you that."

"As a captain, I did everything I was supposed to do. All of it legal, all of it by the book."

"Xavier and the rest of them knew that child was sick, and they didn't even keep his emergency medication on hand. That's negligence on the part of his guardians."

"You've got time to interrogate me. You'd do better to teach your son how to be a decent father."

Then I hung up and blocked her, all in one motion.

We were never going to speak again anyway.

The next morning I woke with a fever, both cheeks flushed red.

I took some medicine, and two messages came in on my phone.

One was the divorce paperwork from the lawyer. The other was the notice that flights had resumed.

I printed out the documents and signed the divorce agreement.

I couldn't fly with a fever, so I planned to check in at the airport, then go to the hospital to find Xavier.

When I got to the airport, I saw a crowd off in the distance with the Chief Pilot and Xavier at its center.

"Amelia Vance is here!"

Someone shouted it, and in an instant every camera and microphone the media had swung toward me.

"Captain Vance, we've heard you landed here on purpose to delay the patient's treatment. Is that true?"

"People online say you're taking your grief over your daughter out on the world, that you tried to kill your passengers. What's your response?"

"An inside source says you failed your evaluations and only became a captain through a sponsor. What's your relationship with that sponsor?"

The questions came at me one after another, and I stood there with no idea where to begin.

"Everyone!" the Chief Pilot said, raising his voice. "This diversion was fully legal and by the book. We're willing to release our internal files and open ourselves to public scrutiny!"

Xavier scoffed. "You're all in this together. Why should anyone believe you?"

His cold, cruel gaze settled on me.

"Amelia Vance used her position for a personal vendetta and delayed my son's treatment! Yesterday she even went to the hospital and threatened my wife, forced her to her knees, scared her so badly she's sick now!"

His finger was nearly jabbing into my face.

"After everything she's done, and she's still standing there glowing with health. It's absolutely disgusting!"

"How is someone like this fit to be a captain? How could anyone put a whole plane full of lives in her hands?"

"I wanted to take this all the way. But my wife is too kind. She said if Amelia Vance kneels and apologizes in front of the media, she'll let the whole thing go!"

I watched his high-minded performance with cold eyes, and it struck me as nothing but absurd.

I was running a fever, and to him it was a face glowing with health.

I had done my duty as a captain and saved his illegitimate son, and out of his mouth it became a personal vendetta.

While one of Dora Swanson's tears, one of her lies, was enough to send him charging in to frame and humiliate me, the wife he'd had for ten years.

My nails dug deep into my palms as I forced down the anger churning in my chest.

"Xavier, since when is Dora Swanson your wife? She's nothing but a little—"

"Shut up!"

Xavier roared it, and suddenly he rushed at me, eyes gone red.

A slap cracked through the air, sharp and loud.

Unlike the last time, when he'd lost control for a moment, this one carried all his strength.

I was knocked to the ground like a fallen leaf, and blood came up out of my mouth.

Still he wasn't finished.

"Amelia Vance is out here openly spreading lies about my wife, and I've had all I can take!"

"I don't accept her apology anymore. Your airline is going to answer for this today!"

"In front of all these reporters, if you dare shield this murderer, I'll make sure not one of your planes ever gets off the ground again!"

The Chief Pilot's fists clenched.

In the end all he could do was let out a sigh.

"Effective immediately, Amelia Vance is grounded indefinitely."